heard one word
I just said, O'Connell?
Every word, Fleischman.
And?
I think you've been reading
too many freshman psychology textbooks.
Oh, you do, do you?
My thoughts, uh, lack
sufficient sophistication?
Not enough intellectual pizzazz
for you, Miss O'Connell,
Nobel Prize-winning philosopher
and nuclear physicist?
Give me a break.
You'd better be careful.
You're about to dismember
that beer bottle.
Do I detect
a certain smugness tonight?
What do you mean?
That smile of yours makes
the Mona Lisa look self-doubting.
What's going on?
You're daydreaming.
I've never known you to have
an inner life. What's the big secret?
Nothing.
Come on. Come on.
Not that it's
any business of yours--
But?
[ Sighs ]
Well, I had a very interesting dinner
with Chris last night.
- ""Interesting''?
- Yeah.
[ Giggles ]
Define ""interesting.''
Surprising, unexpected--
Interesting.
Do I detect a note
of jealousy, Fleischman?
jealous? Me? Of what?
Why would I be jealous?
I was thinking more how Rick
might feel. Remember him?
Big guy with landing gear
for a brain?
Why am I telling you this?
I don't have to tell you this.
I'm not going to tell you this.
But just for your information,
Chris happens to think
I'm beautiful.
Something funny
about that, Fleischman?
Something very funny
about that, O'Connell.
Chris just made a pass at you
because he thinks it's the only way
he can get his voice back.
Oh, now who's calling who
delusional?
It's true. Ask him.
There's some absurd story
going around...
that to get his voice back,
he has to sleep with
the most beautiful girl in town.
Well, there he is now.
The only man alive
who can pitch woo
without talking.
You don't think I've got
what it takes to give a man
his voice back?
You don't think
I'm woman enough?
Well, let me tell you
something, Fleischman.
I've had men...
faint on me, pass out cold.
I am not some flat-chested,
junior League,
Grosse Pointe wimp!
Tomorrow night,
my place, 8:00.
He's not just gonna talk, Fleischman.
He's gonna sing!
Like Pavarotti!
[ One Who Waits ]
This is nice.
Almost warm.
Yeah.
I fell in love here.
Here?
When it was a field.
A long time ago.
I was about your age.
I'd just come back
from three days hunting.
Three days alone
with the trees.
I looked up, and I saw
this beautiful woman...
coming out of the woods
on a horse.
I recognized her.
She was one of
the young girls of the tribe.
But I never realized
how beautiful she was before.
She didn't see me.
She thought she was alone.
She got off the horse...
and let the horse
wander around the field...
eating grass.
She just stood there
and watched it,
a smile on her face.
After a while, she got up
and clapped her hands,
and the horse come back to her,
and she got on...
and rode away
back into the woods.
What happened to her?
I married her.
We had kids.
Does this have anything
to do with my parents?
No. It's just something
I remembered.
[ Exhales ]
I'm tired, Ed.
I think I'll go to sleep.
Do you sleep?
Not really.
I just close my eyes...
and lie on my side.
Old habits are hard to break.
- You want me to turn off the fire?
- Leave it on. I like it.
It keeps me in the mood.
[Joel ] You don't think she'll
actually go through with it, do you?
[ Maurice ] Who knows?
This problem's taken on
a whole new dimension.
I don't pretend to understand
the female mind,
but, uh,
maybe she's doing this
for us.
Us?
Yeah. The town.
We need Chris
on the radio.
Uh-uh. She hasn't
got the guts.
[ Snowmobile Approaching ]
[ Man ]
Here he comes!
[ People Cheering ]
[ Cheering Continues ]
[ Man #2 ]
Good luck, buddy!
I don't believe it. He's shameless!
Good luck, Chris.
You can do it.
Nah. He won't go through with it.
It's too public, too humiliating.
[ Cheering Continues ]
He'll back down.
He can't go through
with it. Watch.
Or she won't answer the door.
She won't answer the door.
She'll